My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day
Chapter 170: Sharing the Same Bed 2

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Sharing the Same Bed 2

"Ah, we actually have some! The servants bought a lot of fireworks today. Take some and set them off with Xixi."

Her son had finally seen the light, even thinking of setting off fireworks for his wife.

He is teachable indeed.

Shen Dang’s voice was wrapped in laughter, "Hmm, get some for me."

Qiao Xi: "..."

What’s with this madness?

She wasn’t in any mood to play with fireworks; all she wanted was to go back.

Because she knew if she didn’t return tonight, she would inevitably have to share a room with Shen Dang.

Ran Jing hurriedly instructed the servants to bring the fireworks, afraid that Shen Dang might regret it since he had never even played with fireworks as a child.

It was extremely cold. He had already been the Overbearing Boss even as a child, and now he was truly the Overbearing Boss, yet he was playing the romantic card.

Shen Dang held Qiao Xi’s hand and walked outside.

Old Master Shen had already gone back to his room.

Seeing the two kids about to set off fireworks, Ran Jing pulled Shen Hongxuan out eagerly like a child to watch.

Shen Dang and Qiao Xi walked ahead. "Shen Dang, what are you doing?"

She lowered her voice.

The two of them were very close.

Shen Dang could smell the faint, heart-refreshing fragrance emanating from her.

He slightly tilted his head, his thin lips almost brushing her ear: "Aren’t you trying to make sure if we can really not go back because of the snow? Since you can’t find an excuse to come out, I had to find one for you."

Qiao Xi: "..."

He really thought of that.

But how could he tell? Was he a devil, or the worm in her stomach?

Boss Shen was simply amazing!

That voice of Shen Dang, mixed with lazy laughter, resounded in her ear: "A fireworks show free of charge for you."

"... Haha, thank you."

Qiao Xi looked at him with a forced smile.

"Just stay here, you can watch the fireworks from here. Don’t come out."

Shen Dang had Qiao Xi stand under the porch, and he walked alone into the vast snowy sky, proudly setting off fireworks.

Ran Jing and Shen Hongxuan stood door-ward, delighted at seeing the two’s interaction.

She excitedly said to Shen Hongxuan: "Your son is better at this than you."

Shen Hongxuan: "..."

What was he better at?

The fireworks ascended into the sky, exploding into bright fragments halfway up, with snowflakes as their backdrop, creating a stunningly picturesque scene.

"It’s so beautiful."

Ran Jing said to Shen Hongxuan.

She took out her phone and snapped a photo, capturing both Qiao Xi and Shen Dang.

The "bang, bang, bang" sounds continuously echoed in her ears, and Qiao Xi, looking up at the illuminated night sky, gradually lost herself in the scene.

Although the fireworks were brief, they were also beautiful, Fanghua for a fleeting moment, leaving behind the most dazzling instant.

She felt that she should be happy at this moment.

Shen Dang turned his head to look at Qiao Xi. She was wearing a hat and a scarf, her chin so cold it was tucked into her scarf.

Her features were delicate and exquisite, quite ethereal; her eyes slightly curved, reflecting the light, very spirited.

The slight joy in her eyes was easily captured by him.

Perhaps sensing Shen Dang’s burning gaze, Qiao Xi couldn’t help but look over at him.

The two of them gazed across the void at each other.

Shen Dang’s pupils were deep, his peach blossom eyes inherently mesmerizing as they looked at her, the emotions in those eyes so intense they seemed almost to spill out.

So a person’s gaze really could be captivating...

Qiao Xi found herself slightly flustered by his stare.

She awkwardly averted her gaze.

Shen Dang hooked his lips into a smile. After finishing setting off the fireworks, he came back with a layer of snowflakes on his shoulders.

Ran Jing and Shen Hongxuan had left without her knowing; only the two of them remained outside.

The night was deep and quiet, the falling snow forming their backdrop.

"The fireworks are done, let’s go back," Shen Dang said to Qiao Xi, his voice lazy and gentle, "or do you want to keep watching?"

Shen Dang was clad in a black coat over a white turtleneck sweater, casual yet elegant.

Qiao Xi, observing the snowflakes on his clothes, impulsively reached out to brush them away, the action entirely subconscious.

By the time she had brushed off the snowflakes, she was stunned.

Why had she done that?

Why, exactly?

Qiao Xi chuckled nervously: "The snow seems to be heavier than in previous years."

Cursing her impulsive hand!

Just as Qiao Xi was about to retract her hand, Shen Dang grasped her wrist.

His palm was cool.

Qiao Xi inhaled sharply.

Shen Dang wasn’t gripping tightly, merely holding it lightly, so Qiao Xi easily slipped free with a slight struggle.

???

Qiao Xi couldn’t help but look up at him.

What was his problem?

Shen Dang tilted his other shoulder towards her, pointing to it but saying, "There’s still some here, brush it off."

Qiao Xi: "..."

Utterly speechless.

Qiao Xi glared at him: "Don’t you have hands?"

Another centimeter and his hand could have brushed it off.

Shen Dang’s lips curved into a smile, his voice tinged with pleasure and wrapped in a carelessly lazy tone: "Then why did you only brush off one side and not the other? Do you also abandon your roles halfway when acting?"

Qiao Xi was genuinely amused: "Well said, but can you really compare the two?"

Shen Dang leaned in slightly, his dark eyes reflecting the starry river, the peach blossom eyes carrying a lengthy smile: "We can’t compare, Teacher Qiao, so why don’t you just brush it off? Why not be thorough?"

The end of his sentence rose, his deep, casual voice easily tugging at her heart.

Qiao Xi: "..."

He was really pushing his luck!

"Not brushing!" Qiao Xi firmly replied, "I’m freezing to death."

She said this as she walked back to the living room, sitting in front of the fireplace with her legs crossed, her back ramrod straight.

Standing outside for a while had indeed been cold, and she almost had a runny nose.

Shen Dang clicked his tongue, shook off the snowflakes from his shoulders, and followed Qiao Xi inside, sitting next to her.

Their shoulders touched; the space was so huge, why did he have to sit so close to her?

Qiao Xi glanced at him sideways and shifted a little to widen the gap between them.

Shen Dang eyed her: "What time is your flight tomorrow?"

Just as Qiao Xi opened WeChat, she saw a new notification in the drama crew’s group, stating that both Hai City and Jiang City were experiencing heavy snow. The weather was unsuitable for filming, and tomorrow the crew would continue to have a break, with the return time to the set still undecided.

Qiao Xi: "..."

She didn’t even know what to say.

But Qiao Xi didn’t plan to tell Shen Dang about this now.

Tomorrow, she was absolutely leaving Shen Family House.

Ran Jing suddenly appeared from somewhere, smiling at the two of them: "Ah Dang, Xixi, both of you should rest early. We don’t have the habit of staying up late in this house. If you’re tired, go back and sleep."

Thinking of having to share a room with Shen Dang made Qiao Xi feel somewhat uncomfortable.

She didn’t want to return so quickly, so she continued to stay in the living room.

Numerous New Year wishes came through on WeChat, unread messages endlessly refreshing. Qiao Xi searched out important contacts to send her blessings to.

Just then, Xie Baola sent a message.

[Baola: Babe, your New Year’s gift will arrive at your home tomorrow. Remember to sign for it, kisses.]

Although she hadn’t had her family’s love for many years, her close friend had never forgotten her gift every year.

Xie Baola was far abroad, so Qiao Xi sent her a New Year’s red envelope, expressing her anticipation for her return to the country.